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I am burying her every day. She was my baby and I loved my baby. She was an angel to everybody. There was nothing she wouldn't do for anybody.
Anne Boyd -
But I fear, my lot being cast in Scotland, that beauty would not be content.
Anne Boyd
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She loved all her children. If they were upset, she was upset about them. She would buy dolls for the girls and footballs for the boys. She even made them trophies.
Anne Boyd -
In our romantic groves I adored her like a divinity.
Anne Boyd -
Consider what a romantic expedition you are on; take notes.
Anne Boyd